by There’s nothing quite like the sudden, throbbing betrayal of discovering a giant pimple on your back. One minute, you’re going about your day; the next, you feel that unmistakable tender bump lurking just out of reach. No matter how much you twist and contort in the mirror, it remains frustratingly invisible—yet undeniably there, like a rebellious underground cyst plotting its revenge.
Attempting to pop it is a high-stakes mission. Fingers blindly grope, nails dig in, and after a few painful, unsuccessful attempts, you either give up or—against all better judgment—recruit a trusted (or desperate) friend to play dermatologist. The resulting battle can range from a satisfying victory to a bloody, swollen disaster that leaves you questioning all your life choices.
